there is the test of faith

Many want to go

Across the oceans and seas

The migration of a good living

This is what they would say

Many want to go

They think the grass is green

There will be no hatreds of any kind

Every opportunity without class or skin

Many will forget

In every society there is a bad

There is no such thing everything is good

How else to explain we have so many colours?

Many forget to realize

There is a test of faith

How we measure up in our lives?

It will define our fate

Many want to go

They don't see the grass here is green

What they see is the dark cloud

They don't want to take and learn